The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 160: The Breakfast Made by Kailla

That morning Kailla woke up earlier than Pram. No matter what, she suddenly made breakfast for her husband. Ever since he had bleeding, Pram had never pounced on him every night like he always did. Pram would just kiss and hug her all night.

A third plot of Kailla's assistants broke into the apartment with her mouth open and eyes bulging, staring at the mistress of the master early in the morning already wearing an apron and fighting in her territory Bu Ida.

Sam even had to rub his eyes many times to make sure that the one who was rubbing the charred skillet was really Kailla. Yes, Kailla's experiment failed, the fried eggs were burnt due to the oversized stove fire while the ingredients were not fully ready. He was too busy looking at the crazy fried rice recipe on youtube, until he forgot the eggs in his frying pan.

“Non, is cooking what?” ask Ms. Ida.

“I want to make crazy fried rice, Mom,” said Kailla almost cried, pointing towards a plate of fried rice that was browned because of the charred not caused by the malika soy sauce.

“Gosh!” Miss Ida was surprised. Not to mention the blackened egg topping on the fried rice.

“Non, leave it there. Mother who continued washing,” pinta Bu Ida after seeing the wound on Kailla's reddened hands.

“Iya, it's her hand why Non?” ask Ms. Ida.

“Because of hot oil Bu,” sahut Kailla. At the time of the incident he cried to withstand the pain of hot oil splashes.

“How can it?”

“The eggs are burnt, the stove fire is too big to spread to the side of the pan. I panicked, the eggs were doused with water, even the oil erupted,” Kaila, rubbed his reddened hands.

“Already, Non to room only. Let the mother continue,” bargain Bu Ida.

Sam who giggled saw a plate of fried rice made by Kailla instantly stopped his laughter as Kailla stared at him sharply.

“This new crazy fried rice name,” Sam chirps, when he saw Kailla enter his room.

“I salute Mr. Pram,” said Sam slowly. Bayu who had just sat down could only shake his head to see a plate of fried rice on the table.

“But Mr Pram?” asked Bayu while laughing looking at Sam and Mom. The laughter of Sam.

***

Kailla had already returned to the room, staring at the sight of her husband who was still asleep.

Pram can only sleep, after 3 am. Throughout the night, Kailla complains of low back pain and she has to help massage him.

“Honey..., wake up,” call Kailla, wiggle Pram's body.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Pram, directly grabbed Kailla's body and hugged her tightly.

“Good morning Dear,” greet Pram with his hoarse voice. Kissing and tightly hugging Kailla who was on top of her body.

“You from anywhere?” ask Pram.

“I made breakfast for you, but...” Kailla did not continue her words, her face looked sad, recalling her scorched fried rice.

“Oh yes?” pram asked, opening his eyes. Roll Kailla to bed. Locking Kailla's body with her body.

“Have learned to be a good wife apparently,” Goda Pram.

Kailla was silent, unable to imagine that Pram knew the results of the cooking earlier. Her husband would laugh at her.

“Come, I'm hungry. I want to take a shower and get ready for the office,” Pram said, gently tasting Kailla's lips.

“Don't forget later tonight we're going to Winny.” place Pram immediately got out of bed and took Kailla's hand with him.

“Kai, your hand why?” pram asked in surprise when he would reach Kailla's hand there was a reddish sign.

“Due to hot oil,” sahut Kailla down.

“Sick?” ask Pram, stroking.

“Not really,” says Kailla.

“After a shower, I will help to lubricate it with ointment,” Pram said again. Smiling, patting the head of his wife.

“Honey, let's take a bath together,” take Pram walking while hugging Kailla to the bathroom.

***

“Darling, I want breakfast with your cooking,” said Pram, as he sat down.

“Breakfast made by Bu Ida only yes?” tawar Kailla is embarrassed.

“Why? Not that you get up early to make me breakfast,” Pram said staring at Kailla.

“Bring me here, I will definitely eat without protest Honey. Whatever the taste,” persuade Pram smanil to smile.

Kailla hesitated, but after staring at Pram, she walked into the kitchen picking up a plate of fried rice and a blackened egg. Then thrust it in front of Pram with a bow of shame.

Stunned Pram stared at the plate of fried rice in front of him. Can't say anything. His gaze turned to look at his wife who was looking down, standing beside him.

“It's okay, I will eat it anyway,” Pram said holding Kailla's hand with a smile. Pulling the plate of fried rice closer to him, without much more comment.

His wife struggled from this morning just for this plate of fried rice. And a fairly heavy struggle, until it must be exposed to hot oil splashes. He couldn't let Kailla down. However he must appreciate it, so Kailla will still be eager to learn again.

“Sit next to me,” invite Pram to withdraw Kailla's hand.

It looks like Pram picked up an empty plate, moved the egg from the top of his fried rice.

“Darling, this I can't eat. Too scorched. But I will eat the fried rice,” said Pram smiling.

“Sorry.., but no need to have breakfast with it. Breakfast with Bu Ida's only made yes?” tawar Kailla's.

Pram again took an empty plate, filled it with fried rice made by Bu Ida.

“Eat, my son is hungry,” he said slowly, putting a plate of fried rice in front of his wife.

Pram actually finished off Kailla's fried rice quickly. In an instant the rice ran out without any rest. He did not complain or comment. Spend it without saying much.

“Honey, spend your breakfast, I have to go to the office now,” Pram said, directing his body to face Kailla.

“Iya..,” says Kailla.

“After that drink milk and vitamins yes,” Pram said again.

He stood up, cleaning his mouth with a tissue on the table. Then kiss the top of Kailla's head.

“I hope every day can have breakfast with food that you make yourself. Thank you for today,” whispered Pram in Kailla's ear.

It was seen that he rubbed Kailla's stomach many times, as if he was saying goodbye to his son.

“I tipped my son ya Kai,” said Pram back to kiss Kailla forehead.

“Iya..,” Kailla replied briefly.

“Kiss me now, your husband needs encouragement,” pinta Pram.

Kailla stood up straight away, tasting Pram's soft lips. He seemed to forget, there were three assistants who were also in the same room.

“I love you Mistress,” said Pram, then grabbed Kailla's nape and deepened her kiss.

Ms. Ida immediately turned around, staring at the dirty dishes in the washtub. Bayu immediately turned his gaze toward the television that was airing the morning news show. And Sam, he just got his first prize draw from Pram. Not ready and not yet know how. He just stared at the scene in front of him with a glare.

“At last I was part too,” said Sam slowly.

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There is no more conflict in Austria, 2 more chapters, we return to Indonesia.

Love You All's.